.:Missteps:.

 

Sitting quiet of tongue
She too often sits amongst sons of savages
Usually all ears; often adorned by glitter
Intently listening albeit with nothing to say
There’s nothing she can add to a Pertinent Discourse
Far removed from The Learned
The laughter & wisdom of harems hidden
This remains not by choice
But by the acceptance of her less than better choices
Yes, there does exist exceptions to Her Rule
Acted upon as if they were truth
They are…she has
Faced and many times slain the lies
The ones gifted as alibis
Some which even now hang 'round her neck
Adorned right alongside her charm

Harm. Full and satisfied within circles of heretics
Amongst men who know their place
The ones who find it so easy to laugh & wound
Each sharing each cut; each punch line
Offering it as a healing. Feeling
Remedies that only sustain the nonsense
So she in turn; she too is often considered of “no-sense”
Locked up & away within tight albeit public circles
She’s only allotted a man’s stowaway status
And alongside these biological distractions
She’s whom these men; whom they always request
She being their most desired guest
And it’s what these men have been granted  
Blessed to know her in their folly. Kept from her secrets
Never to know better





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photo: Dungha